Bearclaw Valley I can give it all to you, will you take it all from me

It was strange to hear someone call her by name again. It had been weeks (maybe months; she'd lost count) since the last call for her had been sent out. It was the last cry she'd heard from Grantville before disappearing. Nonetheless, Blondine was quick to make her way to the border, finding Xan with a dark femme not far off. Neither was in the best condition, though she couldn't be sure of their exact injuries.

It was unfortunate that Blondine hadn't had enough time to start building a cache for herself. If either had an open wound, they would have to improvise, though it looked like she would be able to make it without herbal remedies. What happened? she asked, clearly concerned.